∦∦ hunter-of-hunters ∦∦

█ ▌✟ ┈┈    Fists pulled tattered leather coat tight around
                         shudder of slender frame. Clear skies above, as
                         ever during nights of the hunt, but never did it lend mild 
                         weather. Exhalations of breath could be observed
                         as it danced ever formless, eventually into nothings,
                         soft iridescent of frost forming on roof of buildings
                         long abandoned. All a sight far too quaint for the
                         monstrosities which lied beneath.

                         Sparse movement below. A leisured surveillance of 
                         local surroundings implied that for a time, all would
                         be well. It appeared to be a given illusion of peace
                         in the ever-evolving nightmare. 

                         Snarlings of beasts among themselves a near distance 
                         from bell tower in which hunter was stationed pulled 
                         corners of lips into faint amused smile, and hand pulled
                         down aged cap to shield eyes from glare of moon.
                                          How its eyes never ceased.